Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Disclaimer: All characters belong to JK Rowling, no money is being made, etc.
Harry felt in his pocket for the jangling coins as he sped on his broomstick toward Hogsmeade. Ron and Hermione had been eager to try the new fast food from Magical Meals, but only Harry had the invisibility cloak - or his own racing broom in Gryffindor Tower.
As he left the Hogwarts grounds and flew into Hogsmeade, Harry pulled off the cloak and tucked it into his book bag. He flew into the drive-up lane, but there were two brooms ahead of him. This gave him time to look at the menu, which was lit up magically.
Hmmm... he thought to himself. Unicorn burgers; Manticore on a stick; Kelpie Surprise. Nope, I'll just get what the guys asked for.
It was his turn at the window, and the young witch said, "Welcome to Magical Meals; may I take your order, please?"
Harry smiled and said, "Yes, please. I need a bucket of Phoenix. Enough for three."
The witch asked, "Do you want fries with that?"
"Better give us three orders of large fries," Harry replied.
"Okay, that'll be twelve sickles and seven knuts," the witch said.
Harry counted out the change. In no time at all, he was being handed two bags. "Here's your order of fries... and here's...
the order of the phoenix,"
the witch smiled. "Come back and see us soon!"
Harry pulled out his cloak, put the bags of food into his bookbag, and then slung it from the front of his Firebolt and sped off for Gryffindor tower. He especially wanted to keep the order of the phoenix hot. Nothing worse than stone-cold phoenix, he mused.
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